week 4 - trial; day 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices case 4 trial, day 1 ♫ saturday At 9AM, every television will go off, loud enough to wake anyone sleeping. The calm, apathetic voice will advise everyone to gather in the chapel for the trial. Static will continue to blare in the head of anyone dillydallying. Once all of the guests have gathered in the chapel, the doors will lock. Most of the pews have been moved aside to allow for more space, and a few tables have been set up on the altar. On the first, there is an additional copy of the rulebook, and the information cards of the victim and suspects laid out, with space for the suspects to provide their whereabouts, as well as an autopsy report. There is also a large wheeled chalkboard upon which you may write theories. On the second table is a pitcher of water and some glasses, as well as very simple sandwiches and pastries. The door behind the altar has finally been unlocked. It's a rather plain room with an area set off by a folding screen. Inside, you will find a table on which the victim's body has been laid out. Next to the table, two black and white photographs have been hung on the screen. they are close ups of the victim's body, as it was found when the body discovery announcement chimed. A few sticks of incense burn in the corner to avoid any smells. At 6PM, the trial will adjourn. Everyone will be escorted back to the hotel by Miata, after which everyone is allowed to head to either the kitchen to get dinner, or to their rooms. Attempting to wander off into the other areas of the hotel will trigger the static alarms in everyone's heads/televisions. >Discuss? victim   suspects      cast setting rulebook

Comments

[herbgrace]

That's a cute tradition. [Kitten present...]

[brawlhalla]

It's practical. Mousers, and all.

[ NO, IT'S JUST CUTE... ]

[herbgrace]

Of course, but it's still cute. [Is she imagining someone giving her a kitten maybe]

[brawlhalla]

...I guess. [ IS ASTRID IMAGINING THE SAME THING, MAYBE

ugh she misses hiccup horrendous haddock ]

[herbgrace]

And it would be a present from someone who really loves you, who you really love, and you could watch it grow and maybe even have kittens. [Lithuania is imagining Belarus, so Astrid is probably being more reasonable here.]

[sobowtor]

[Poland is just going to. SHOVE. Ranulf into Lithuania.]

[mothercat]

[ he's nOT GOING TO HAVE KITTENS FOR YOU GUYS

But he will be pushed forward and into Lithuania. ] Whoa! [ Latches onto Lithuania with all the elegance of a startled cat. Minus the claws. ]

[herbgrace]

[Grabbing onto Ranulf to keep him from falling over instinctively.] Poland, what's gotten into you today? [Like, even more than usual! To Ranulf:] I'm sorry.

[sobowtor]

[She knows you're thinking about BELARUS.]

I got you a kitten. I've ruined you for future kitten gifting.

[herbgrace]

He's not a kitten. [Lithuania has no idea what to say, so that's what comes out of her mouth.]

[mothercat]

[ ... Ah, he gets it.

He's a little put-off by being called a kitten--and by being given to someone as a gift--but he doubts Lithuania will "keep" him. He'd like to help Poland out too, so...

Might as well play along.

Someone asked for a cat, right?? Because somebody is getting a cat. Cue the blue magical boy transformation!! Mrow. ]

[sobowtor]

Look.

Kitten.

[herbgrace]

Why do people go along with your ideas? [Poland!!! ...But she's going to give Ranulf a scratch behind the ears.]

[sobowtor]

[Because anyone with half a brain knows that Belarus is a freaking abusive psychopath who only has eyes for his psychotic sister-- EXCEPT YOU.]

Must be fate!

[herbgrace]

We're divorced! [Poland!!!!!!]

[sobowtor]

And according to Astrid, now we're re-married.

We may kiss the brides!

[mothercat]

[ WOW dang, he wanted to be a wingcat but this. Please give him a moment to get off of Lithuania and move out of the way before y'all mack on each other.

Thanks for the lovely ear scratches though!

Ranulf will just sit over here and watch the two of them for a while. You have his blessing. ]

[sobowtor]

[Don't worry Ranulf. You are safe from macking radius.

There is no macking radius.

There will never be. A macking. Radius.]

[mothercat]

[ What a sad, sad marriage... ]

[sobowtor]

[Poland deserves better to be honest.]

[herbgrace]

[They're not married!]

[herbgrace]

Absolutely not. [She has gone lineface.]

[sobowtor]

One day you'll learn how to take a joke.

[brawlhalla]

...Yeah, you're right, it does have a sort of romantic aspect.

[ There's a small smile on her face now. DOES SHE HAVE A CRUSH yes but unlike the other teen girls her crush isn't here ]